ten thirty is fine,â he told her as he wandered toward her desk and picked up the envelope that was atop the unopened mail sitting next to her computer. âThank you.â
She took it out of his hands. âNo touching.â
He looked down at her and once again their gazes seemed to lock. And there it was again, that electric spark. âDo you often get mail from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?â he asked.
Dolphina looked at the return address. Huh.
âThatâs a response to their wedding invitation,â Will realized. âDid Robin really invite President Bryant to his wedding?â
Jules and Robin had indeed done just that. It was, Jules had reassured Robin, merely an inclusive gesture. Bryant was, after all, his bossâs boss, which made him Julesâs boss, too. But, bottom line, there was no way the U.S. President was actually going to attend.
Which was a good thingâbecause both Jules and Robin wanted a small wedding. A quiet, private ceremony with family and friendsâreally just a few dozen more people than were at todayâs party.
The Presidentâs attendance would turn the affair into a three-ring circus, both in terms of security and media coverage. If they thought they had to fight off hoards of reporters nowâ¦God forbid the President showed upâthereâd be no way they could keep the press from attending.
âHot damn.â Will, meanwhile, had jumped to conclusions. âThe President is coming to Robin and Julesâs wedding.â
âHis secretary probably just sent his regrets,â Dolphina said.
âOpen it and see,â he urged.
She looked at him. âI wonât be able to tell you what it says. Itâs not your business.â
âYeah, but donât you want to know?â
She put the envelope down. âIâll find out later.â On second thought, she took the entire pile of mail and put it into her desk drawer, locking it shut.
She picked up her calendar book again. âKuhlman or Hartz?â
âExcuse me?â he said.
âYour last name.â Dolphina again looked up at him. There were two different Williams on the partyâs guest list. Well, three, including little Billy Richter, Robinâs pint-sized nephew. William Kuhlman was the real estate agent whoâd helped Robin and Jules find this amazing house. William Hartz worked for the FBI.
Her Will was hesitating, and she could see from his eyes that he was weighing the pros and cons ofâ¦lying to her?
She flipped to her guest list and quickly checked andâ¦Of course. William Kuhlman was attending the shower with his wife, Jodie.
Nice.
Apparently he
was
her typeâalready married.
She waited.
He gazed at her.
She lifted an eyebrow.
âWhat the hell,â he finally said. âItâs Schroeder.â He spelled it for her as she continued to stare at him. âItâs German,â he added, as if that would somehow make it more believable.
âReally?â she said. âBecause Kuhlman sounds German, too.â
âKuhlman?â he asked. âYeah, it probably is. Whoâs Kuhlman?â
âYou are,â she said. âWilliam Kuhlman.â
He laughed. âWait a secâyou mean Bill, Robinâs real estate agent? I just met him in the kitchen. Nice guy. Glasses. Goatee?â She mustâve continued to exude skepticism, because he took out his wallet. âYou want to see my driverâs license?â He held it out to her.
She took it. Looked at it.
William T. Schroeder, six feet one inches tall, born May 22, 1967, 214 Massachusetts Avenueâ¦
She turned, flipping on the office copy machine, slipping the license onto the glass and closing the lid.
âHey,â he said.
âYou donât mind, do you?â Dolphina asked him as she pushed the button to copy his driverâs license.
âI, uh, kind of do,â he said as the machine whirred.
She turned it
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